Feeling Like a Mom: When I provide and/or cook a healthy meal for my kids. Feeling Like a Mom Mess: When I plop down cold Pop Tarts and call it a day. Feeling Like a Mom: When I sort the laundry, launder it while removing stubborn stains and sewing buttons on shirts, distribute it, and […]
My husband comes from a family of 10. You can say that his brother (a confessed, even proud, slob) would not care if my house is a disaster, but all it takes is one off-handed comment to one of my FOUR sisters-in-law and the family switchboard would get the broadcast: my husband is living in squalor. I love my mother in law dearly, but really, I don’t need her hearing about sand on the floor, much less cat puke.
But, woe is me, there are still things I don’t do well (sniffle, sniffle). Of course when one of the kids vomits, I’m the one he calls. He’ll admit I’m a pro at getting rid of vomit stains (Well, what the hell am I supposed to do? Leave the vomit on the frickin’ wall?!). And when there’s a bug to kill and clean up, I’m your woman.